Three Days of Rehearsals
Here we are.
Three days into the rehearsal process. Words are jumping off the pages. Fingers are flying across the keys. The laughs are being laughed and the tears are being shed.
"This is really funny," said our assistant director on the first day. "Yes," said our director. "The writer knows what he's doing," said the writer.
We like to write about how making theatre is hard. About how rehearsing is an arduous process, and it's some sort of miracle that we get through it and that we have a final result worth seeing.
The truth is simpler. The truth is less complicated. The truth redistributes authority.
The truth is, it doesn't have to be.
The work can be full of joy. It can be full of respect. It can be a room full of people who care about each other more as people than as parts of a product.
And too often it isn't.
Too often it's sacrifice your health, do whatever the person with power says, and be grateful for the opportunity. Because there are others out there who could do your job just as well as you and they'd be licking bootstraps to do it.
But not in this room. Not with this play. Not with these people.
And there is no one who could do this play but these people. Traci Foster. Kristel Harder. Nathan Coppens. Shelby Lowe. Syd Taylor. Kaydence Banga. Shaylee Rosnes. And Lita, the second-bestest pupper-wuppers in all the land.
ADHD. Music. Comedy. Drama. Done right. Done by people who live it. Done by people who can't be replaced.
This is how the laughs come. This is how the songs sing. This is how we tell our stories.
Tickets and Information for I Have No Idea can be found here.